Yesterday I saw her
Black raven hair grown longer
And a flash in her eyes
Bobbing around
In a pre-menstrual frenzy
A cold sore blooming on her lip-grin
A fag rolled between them.

The lips laugh
Full of tales
and sage words.

The flat
is piled high
with
Trinkets and ephemera
And don’t forget:
a forest of chiffon
and silken clothes
On coat hangers.

She shows me pictures of herself
At the office party
Dressed in lurid colours
Grinning like a Chinese tourist
And she feeds me
Take-away risotto
and ice-cream
and plays me
music:

Thank God you don’t remember
All the things I said
Thank God you don’t remember
All the things I’ve done
To you
Thank God you don’ t remember
All the stupid things I’ve said and done
To you

And I think
THANK GOD.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcHIoQLMHgU